This is a song about "Weight room"

Low income no bills getting paid

I deal in heavy weight

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

Across the crowded room,

Won't run out anytime soon

It makes me so sick i lose weight

We both had dreams of being great

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Then we kicked in my room

All this weight im moving

Let my angel sing

You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Her mother deftly left the room,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon